Chapter 4.3

By the time the carriage arrived back at the manor, Violet still hadn’t stopped crying. The shock had finally worn off, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Her cheeks and dress were a mess, and she clung tightly to Robert as he carried her to her room.  

Even as she lay on the bed, Violet refused to let go of Robert’s neck. Robert didn’t rush her, offering his embrace until she calmed down. His hand gently stroked her back in soothing circles, his strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She could feel his soft breaths tickling her ear.  

“Shh. It’s all right now. Everything is all right.”  

His firm hand continued to pat her slender back without pause. Violet knew that unless she told him to stop, this comforting gesture would go on indefinitely. Surrounded by his familiar scent instead of the stench of alcohol, she finally began to feel at ease.  

She liked his warmth. She liked the weight of his arm around her shoulders. She liked lying together like this on the bed, holding him close. She simply liked him.  

The feelings that had taken root within her had grown too large to hide. The burning sensation inside her rose to her throat, threatening to burst forth unless released.  

Sniffling, Violet lifted her face from his broad chest. But as she did, she worried about how disheveled her tear-streaked face must look and quickly buried her face again.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“I… I must look awful.”  

“You, My Lady?”  

“My eyes must be so puffy.”  

“Let me take a look.”

Robert leaned back slightly, attempting to put some distance between them, but Violet urgently lowered her head.

“I don’t want to.”

“You’re being foolish. Even if you cried for three days and nights until your eyes disappeared, your beauty would not diminish in the slightest. It’s impossible for you not to be beautiful. Do you understand?”

“That can’t be true.”

“You don’t believe me again, do you?”

“…Fine. I’ll believe you.”

As Violet gently lifted her chin, Robert looked down at her tenderly. Her clear face was streaked with tears, and her eyelashes were pitifully damp. Robert carefully brushed her cheek with his hand.

“Are you feeling a bit calmer now?”

“Yes.”

“Did that man touch you?”

Violet shook her head. Robert smiled warmly and patted her shoulder.

“It’s okay. You can be honest with me. Where did he touch you?”

“My face.”

“And? Did he touch your chest?”

“My dress was torn, but he didn’t manage to touch me. You arrived before he could.”

“I was almost too late. I should have stayed closer to you. Were you very frightened?”

Violet nodded, her voice trembling as her blue eyes wavered pitifully. Robert kissed her eyelids softly, wiping away her falling tears with his lips. He planted careful kisses on her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and her chin in turn.

Finally, their soft lips met. Though the tears added a salty taste, Violet’s lips were fundamentally sweet. Their tongues intertwined, hot and moist, mixing their saliva. What began as a gentle kiss deepened, becoming sticky and fervent. The sounds of their lips parting and meeting, along with their increasingly ragged breaths, filled the air.

After a long while, Robert pulled away, his gaze on Violet now heated and intense.

“Robert…”

“Yes, my lady.”

“You know, I…”

“Yes, go on.”

When Violet hesitated, Robert patiently waited for her to continue.

“When I’m like this with you, my heart races like crazy. I hate it when someone else touches me, but I like it when you do. Even when I was dancing with Duke Antoine at the banquet, I kept thinking about you. My mind was so full of you that it felt like it was going to burst.”

Unable to contain her growing feelings, Violet blurted out her confession in a disorganized manner. Even as she spoke, her heart wouldn’t calm down because she liked Robert so much. Her heart pumped furiously, sending blood coursing through her veins.

“I think… I think I might like you, Robert.”

The words, boiling in her throat, finally spilled out. Feeling both relieved and nervous, Violet watched Robert’s expression closely. He didn’t seem surprised. Instead, he wore a pleasant smile, his gaze as gentle as ever. The one confessing felt more flustered than the one receiving the confession.

“You’re only realizing that now?”

“What?”

Her small mouth fell open in disbelief, her thick lashes fluttering slowly. She only just realized it herself, yet Robert reacted as if he had known all along.

“I’ve always thought of you as mine.” 

Robert said with a faint smile before kissing her lips again.

“These pretty lips, your br*asts, your body. All of it.”

He continued, pointing to her chest and groin in turn, revealing his possessive desire. Violet, her face resembling that of a startled rabbit, trembled as her sensitive areas were stimulated, but she didn’t pull away. Still processing the situation, her lips opened and closed a few times before she managed to speak.

“…You knew?”

“Do you think there’s anything about you that I don’t know?”

“Then why, why…?”

Suddenly, a wave of sorrow surged within her. 

Did he know all along how much I had agonized and worried alone? How many times had I fretted, thinking my feelings might be one-sided, or that Robert only desired my body and didn’t care for my heart?

“Why are you asking why I wanted to end our relationship? Isn’t it because, while you were sleeping with me every day, you shamelessly planned to marry another man?”

“That’s… I had no choice…”

“No choice, you say? Are you planning to entertain such indecent thoughts again?”

“No, I can’t live without you anymore, Robert. I won’t get married.”

Violet hurriedly made excuses, her face full of regret, before firmly declaring her intentions. Now that she had realized her true feelings, she didn’t want to make any foolish mistakes.

“Why wouldn’t you get married? You should marry me.”

“But my father might not approve.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. I’ll make sure you have the c*ck you love so much for the rest of your life.”

At his explicit words, Violet’s face flushed red, and heat spread to her lower abdomen. Even without looking, Robert knew she was already wet. He slipped a hand under her dress, running it along her thigh before gradually moving inward.

“Why is it so hot here? Is our lady running a fever?”

“Hngh, it’s always… like that.”

“It’s not because you want my c*ck, is it?”

His long fingers traced the split of her womanhood. Violet’s hips bucked as her lower body trembled. It had been a while since anyone had touched her there, leaving her flesh hypersensitive. Her nerve endings sprang to life, heating up her entire body.

One finger pushed through the narrow opening, delving deep inside. Her inner walls immediately clung to his finger, sucking it in. Her vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed rhythmically, making Violet’s pelvis jerk. Despite only a brief touch, her womanhood was already dripping wet.

“Shall I suck it for you?”

“Ah, hngh…”

“You must tell me, or I can’t do anything for you.”

“Hngh, do it, do it, Robert, hngh.”

“Spread your legs wide, my lady.”

“Hah, ahng.”

“Come on now.”

Violet propped herself up with her hands behind her and parted her knees. Beneath her rolled-up dress, her pale thighs and wet womanhood were revealed.

“I’ve been dying to taste your womanhood all this time.”

As if drawn in, Robert buried his face between Violet’s thighs and devoured her eagerly. He rubbed her most sensitive cl*toris with the bridge of his nose while sucking hard on her parted flesh. He added another finger to the one already moving in and out of her entrance, scissoring them to stimulate her deepest pleasure points.

Violet, clearly enjoying herself, flailed her lower body and thrust her hips toward Robert’s mouth. Each time his fingers moved in and out of her entrance, thick fluids poured out from her womanhood. When he rolled her cl*toris with his tongue like he was savoring candy, then lightly nibbled it with his teeth, Violet sobbed as her opening quivered wide.

Confirming that she had reached a light climax, Robert hurriedly pulled down his trousers. His manhood, swollen and veined, was stiff and dripping with pre-ej*culate, evidence of his pent-up desire.

“My c*ck is swollen. I’ve been so aroused. So, my lady, please soothe it.”

Robert rubbed the tip of his manhood against her cl*toris a few times before positioning himself at her entrance and thrusting inside in one smooth motion. The walls of her womanhood, unaccustomed to the intrusion after some time, clamped down tightly around him, startled. Savoring the pressure enveloping him, Robert bit down on Violet’s br*ast.

Milk spurted into his mouth. The rich, sweet liquid slid down his throat as he gulped it down. Drinking his fill, Robert began moving his hips. Each time Violet’s body rocked from his thrusts, more milk flowed out. Fluids oozed and mingled, streaming from both their bodies.

Her crimson, tender flesh remained tight despite his relentless thrusts.

“How much more do I need to stretch you for your womanhood to loosen up?”

“Ahh, hngh, hahng.”

“Every time I enter, it grips my c*ck like this.”

“Hngh, ahhng, hngh.”

“Do you like it?”

“Hngh, I-I like it, ahng.”

Lost in ecstasy, Violet clung to Robert, moaning uncontrollably. Responding to her fervent pleas, Robert gripped her hips and moved fiercely. His thrusts were so intense that the friction made their joined flesh feel hot.

Violet soon twisted her hips as she cl*maxed again. Robert, too, released his seed forcefully before collapsing on top of her. As he licked the sweat from her neck and chest, he asked, feigning ignorance.

“But, my lady, why is milk still flowing from you?”

“Hngh, th-that’s, ahh…”

“There must be some side effects from the remedy.”

“Hngh, the truth is, ahh…”

“Well, there’s no helping it. I’ll have to suck it out again.”

Robert had long known that Violet hadn’t taken the remedy. The naive young lady, unaware of how transparent her thoughts appeared on her face, had tried her best to lie. If she’d taken the remedy properly, her milk should have dried up by now, but instead, her br*asts continued to produce an endless supply.

Even though it was blatantly obvious that Violet had deliberately avoided taking the remedy because she feared Robert would no longer suck her milk, the sly young lady was still considering marrying Duke Antoine. All while cradling his manhood every day and panting in his embrace.

Hoping that the oblivious Violet would come to realize her own feelings, Robert had intentionally brought up Duke Antoine and adjusted his demeanor slightly. The change had certainly been effective.

How adorable she looked, her face quickly crumpling into a pout, sulking. It had taken all his willpower to suppress the urge to comfort her. Enduring the pain of not using his throbbing, blood-engorged manhood had been agonizing.

But in the end, hadn’t he won Violet?

The lovely young lady he wished to serve and cherish for the rest of his life.